Evening standard: late one!Evening standard: late one!...Catalogue princess, apprentice seductressHiding in her cellophane world in glitter townAwaiting the prince in his white capriDynamic young tarzan courts the bedsit queenShe's playing the actress in this bedroom sceneShe's learning her lines from glossy magazinesStringing all her pearls from her childhood dreamsAuditioning for the leading role on the silver screenPatience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed childOne day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smileBut for now it's just another chelsea Monday, chelsea monday.Drifting with her incense in the labyrinth of london,Playing games with faces in the neon wonderlandPerform to scattered shadows on the shattered cobbled aislesWould she dare recite soliloquies at the risk of stark applause,To chelsea MondayShe'll pray for endless sundays as she enters saffron sunsetsConjure phantom lovers from the tattered shreds of dawn,Fulfilled and yet forgotten the st. tropez mirageFragrant aphrodisiac, the withered tuberose,Of chelsea Monday, sweet chelsea MondayPatience my tinsel angel, patience my perfumed childOne day they really love you, you'll charm them with that smileBut for now it's just another chelsea Monday, sweet chelsea Monday(spoken:) hello john, did you see the standard about four hours ago?Fished a young chick out of the old fatherBlond hair, blue eyesShe said she wanted to be an actress or somethingNobody knows where she came from, where she was goingFunny thing was she had a smile on her faceShe was smilingWhat a waste!Catalogue princess, apprentice seductressBuried in her cellophane world in glitter town,Of chelsea Monday